The Birth of a Fisherman

The Birth of a Fisherman

You never get over the sight of your first bluegill or redbreast. Maybe that's why we always return to the ponds and waters of our youth. It was shaping up to be a day for the Daddy Diary. I was sitting, legs swinging carefree, on the well-worn dock of the family...

No Such Thing as a Bad Day Fishing

No Such Thing as a Bad Day Fishing

In all my years of fishing, I’d been skunked, sea sick, rained on, parched and humiliated. But never could I remember a bad day fishing. I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wondering how I had allowed myself to get in such a frustrating situation. Like all of...